Autograph letter signed : London, to Dr. Baldwin, 1895 Nov. 16.

Expressing his concern for Baldwin's health; saying "Your letter, so vivid & delightful, would give me pure pleasure were it not for your sorry account of your health - all the sorrier for its following on the main interlude of your year - the time (I suppose) when, in spite of the avalanche of your peasant-pensioners, the strain is so much lessened for you. But how, after all, can you keep it up without a crisis - the strain, the great accumulated burden, of so many years & so many cares? Of course you can't, & it makes me almost happy that you shld yourself at last recognise the necessity of radical alleviation. How I wish, my dear Baldwin, that I could alleviate you! But there are better remedies than even the most affectionate sympathy - & for God's sake don't hesitate to drink deep of them. Uncompromising absence is their name! - & I hope with all my heart that what your wise friend Murri orders you will be 6 months of absolute rest - in some far & lovely land. Egypt for choice - it will do me all the good in the world to know you are there. Don't hesitate - or you're lost. You make me feel like Savonarola - prophesying woe to Florence. Do let me know that you are doing your duty. You have been heroic - for 15 years on end : & now you must save your life. I've long waited for you here : I mean at this pass - but if you don't break off short & take the chance that's offered you, I'll never wait for you anywhere again. I don't know what you can do; but there is one here who simply can't afford that you don't get well. You tell me you can't write, however - & yet you write like an angel. Lovely indeed your description of your summer home on the old Bologna road & of the happy life of your household there. All my old latent, dormant Italian nerves are set quivering by such pictures. Alas that there should have been for you such a shadow in the background! But where are there not shadows? They dog every one's steps...Do write to me that you are going to do something good. Where is Murri & where will you get at him? - I came back to town a week ago - for the next 6 months; but I am determined never again to spend more than that half of the year in this oppressive pandemonium. Yes, indeed, what a sense of fever & madness [Robert] Louis Stevenson's Letters give. He too was heroic & he lived, at last, with danger perched firmly on his back;" hoping that his plans have "...matured. How I should like to see you! But God forgive this be your sanatorium."